The
midnight hour. The time is ripe.The
dark moon rising full into the sky.A
moment's magic, altering their view.Heart
of love. The intellect asleep.Rising
deeper into understanding.

Here,
beyond reality's demanding.There,
in silence sheltered from their cries.Everywhere,
the nothingness evolves another step.No
will could stop the power building.There
was no judge could name it guilty.

The
gods still warred, internally.The
mist had grown too thin.Mortal
minds had inched their way within.Then
lost themselves within the powers' squall.Imagining
they could control it all.

A
heartfelt sigh. She watched it start again.Maneuvers
and tired tactics without end.The
Goddess reached beyond the ragetoo
often blamed on Her, the feminine.Perhaps
the time had come to pass at last.

That
time of dread and agony.The
birthing of Her progeny.No
man would ever know her suffering.And
yet She'd promised human lifethis
one last offering.

For
Her, it was no sacrifice.To
face the life indwelling.Even
when those mortal menproclaimed
their sick superiority.Still,
She held the feel of ecstasy.

And
noted all the fear within their beings.She'd
always had a different way of seeing.Cycles
came and went, while She survived.The
nuance of Her actions unsurmisedby
those who wished Her any ill.

Still
and quiet, centered in the force of all creation;She
meditated yet another way to man's salvation.For
surely, all they'd chosen was another deathinstead
of all the love of life eternally evolving.She
disallowed them their projections then.

For
here, in this millennium, the balancebecame
all. For long and long, She'd knowntheir
concepts of mere good and evil spawneddestruction
in the battles that kept drawing them all on.While
each supposed victory,attained
another raw catastrophe.

The
time had come. Imagined chaos entered in.Forever
sworn to follow where She led.Staid
and dying order wept within its awesome wake.The
young and free awakened in Her depthsof
swirling creativity. Ideals once again swarmed free.

At
last, this midnight hour came.Time
misplaced, the feelings ripe.A
dark moon rising full into the sky.One
moment of pure magic, as the oldbecame
another alteration in the viewof
all that is and might yet be.

Heart
of love. The intellect asleep.Rising
deeper into understanding....